When pedestrians mosey across the motherfucking parking lot or the motherfucking road as slow as they motherfucking can.
Pretending like you don’t see me.
I know damn well you can see me.
You’re lucky I don’t give you a “push.”
Fuck.
First, I would love to say, thank you, thank you, thank you, to those of you who wrote in with kind words yesterday.
It means so much more than I would ever be able to express.
I picked this song because some of the lyrics touch my heart.
I think I say that about most of the songs I put up on here. I can’t help it, music speaks to my soul like nothing else can.
The line that speaks to me most in this song is the obvious one:
Whataya want from me?
I can only be who I am.
I can not change.
I do not want to change.
Whataya want from me?
or my profanity, I think that’s okay. Then don’t visit my blog. I think that’s okay too.
I realize my blog isn’t for everyone. I have a very odd sense of humor.
I mean, who thinks it’s funny when their friend makes a cookie shaped like a cross with the word fuck on it?
I do.
You can thank my mother for that.
What I am going to say next, I think is true for anyone following a blog they may not like, or a blog they fell out of love with, etc.
If you no longer care for a blog or do not want to read it any long, you really do not have to put in a little dig to that blog owner before you leave. You can leave quietly. That blog owner may or may not notice your absence, but that is okay.
This is an e-mail I received regarding my last post:
“I will not be visiting your site anymore. Your profanity is too much for me. It only shows that you're in a lot of pain. But as long as we live this life, we will be hurt in some shape of form. But you can overcome it and be better than it.
Blogs should entertain, encourage, educate and hopefully inspire. Your site does none of this for me. In my opinion, it only shows a young woman who lives with a lot of pain. There's nothing cute or hip about your constant profanity. There was a time in my life when I did something similar. Profanity was my crutch. I'm glad to say, I'm no longer that person.
I hope you find your peace and all of the joy that comes with it. May you have many miracles and blessings that will change your outlook.”
Oh the PAIN!! I am feeling right now. But only because she felt she had to let me know she is better than me before she moves on.
I don’t think she, or any one else for that matter, is better than me because they do not cuss.
“Profanity” is not my crutch. My doctor is awesome and prescribes some good shit. I don’t really need any other crutch.
If anyone else feels as if they no longer want to read or visit my blog, that’s fine.
Please, just leave quietly.
I don’t give a fuck if you stay or go.
Okay, wait. That doesn’t make a lick of sense.
That’s me.
A couple people have asked me who Rob Thomas is.
And after I died from shock and picked myself up off the floor, I thought a blog post would be the easiest way to explain.
Maybe.
Rob Thomas was first in the band Tabitha’s Secret.
Then he was the lead singer for Matchbox Twenty. Still is, I think.
He also launched a solo career in 2005.
Although I do love, love, LOVE Rob Thomas and Matchbox Twenty, I’m not a complete stalker, so really, I do not know everything. Or anything. About the bands or him.
He is awesome to follow on twitter.
Also on facebook. But he looks really mad in that picture.
Here is his biography on his website.
I just love his music, especially the music made with Matchbox Twenty. It speaks to my soul. It’s just real.
Here is one of my favorite songs by Matchbox Twenty. You’ll have to click the link and listen to it on YouTube. Embedding is disabled.
The picture was taken from the Wikipedia Website.
See down there. Way down there in the bottom left hand corner?
Yes. Rob Thomas said Fuck. To me.
I fell in love with this song when I heard it on the movie Romeo and Juliet. Ya know, the one that came out in 1996 starring Claire Danes and…shit, I can never remember his name…hang on…Leonardo DiCaprio…yes, that’s it!! Folks, I an google the shit out of anything.
Nothing but the most refined and cultured movies for me.
I love this song. I think almost everyone has loved or longed after someone, whether it be just a little, or maybe a whole lot, and the other person hasn’t reciprocated (OH SHIT, she’s using BIG words!!) the feelings.
That’s what this song means to me.
And the motherfucking neighbors dogs just started barking. What the hell? It’s midnight and those little assholes are barking up a motherfucking storm. One of my biggest pet peeves. I don’t give a shit if the dogs bark during the day, but why let them stay outside all night barking? It just ain’t right people.
On another side note, I found a recipe through Em for banana oat muffins. OHMYGODARETHESEGOOD!! Meg, please note that I did not say fuck in the same sentence as God. Ah, shit. I screwed that one up.
Anyways I made my with brown sugar instead of white sugar. Wait. That sounds racist. I mean granulated sugar. Only because I can’t remember to put granulated sugar on the list so I’ll remember to buy it. And I only used egg whites instead of whole eggs. My cholesterol is high as a motherfucking kite. I’m quite jealous, actually.
Okay, sorry, sorry. I love to talk. I can’t help it. This is supposed to be about the music and all I can do is sit her and talk about stupid shit. And blaspheme God. And sound like I’m being a racist. I’m totally not.
I love you guys!
Here’s the video (if you’ve made it this far, through all of my dribble).
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Saturday 9: Just One Look
1. How vein are you about how you look?
Way too much so.
2. When you were little what was your favorite TV show?
The Wonder Years, Doogie Howser, Life Goes On, Family Ties, Full House, Growing Pains, Highway to Heaven, Who’s the Boss, Unsolved Mysteries, ER. I'm sure there were a lot more. We watched a lot of TV once it got cool in the evening. We had our favorite shows every night of the week.
3. If someone was going to make a movie or TV show about your life, who would play you and why?
Sandra Bullock. I have a lot of the same mannerisms as her. When I was skinny, a lot of people thought I looked like her. I think her personality is a lot like mine.
4. Who is your favorite Major League Baseball team? How about your favorite player?
I would have to say the Brewers. Only because I’m from Wisconsin. I have no idea who actually plays on the team.
5. What is your favorite baseball-related movie?
Oh shit, what was that one with Tom Hanks?
6. What is one lesson you have learned in the past year?
That if I actually blog on a regular basis and say Fuck a lot, people will like me.
7. Tell us about one of your childhood memories.
Ummmm…..I’ve tried my damndest to repress my childhood.
8. How do you handle sticky situations? Do you have a method? If so, what is it?
I just have to be honest. It sucks balls and sometimes it’s really hard, but that’s all I can really do.
9. Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
Oh yeah. I’m fucked up and totally weird. They pretty much have to talk behind my back. And that’s okay because I talk about them behind their back too. Only I’m meaner and say fuck a lot.
I found this meme here. One of my favorite blogs.
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Yes, I realize this is actually Sunday. And I’m late. I can’t help it.
I just have to give at&t tons and tons of kudos.
I have had my cell phone service through at&t for what seems like forever, but really it’s only been 5 years.
My contract expires in August and I was seriously thinking of finding a new provider. My phone sucks and I can get a better deal at a couple of other places.
The phone I have right now, which is just a plain old flip phone decided it was going to break. It still works, but the front cover piece keeps falling off exposing the guts of the phone. Who knows how long that shit is going to last?
Probably not long. That’s my guess.
I am not due for an upgrade on my phone till next month.
Tonight I called at&t’s customer service to see what they could do for me.
I was able to get a brand-spanking-new Motorola Karma for free. I was also able to get unlimited text messaging for just 5 bucks more than what I’m paying right now. I was only getting 200 text messages before.
Once again, thank you at&t. I appreciate you giving me a break.
P.S. This was not a paid post. I wish it were.
P.P.S. The picture was taken from att.com.
P.P.P.S. I’m sorry to disappoint. I didn’t use the word fuck once in this post. I know you all expect to find it here.
What a Leprechaun Trap looks like in my home.
My 7 year old was so excited he asked me to put a picture up on my blog. I thought it was a fitting picture for St. motherfucking Patrick’s Day. I’ll let you know if he catches anything.
And my daughter is acting like it’s going to be motherfucking Christmas.
I think I heard When we wake up it’s going to be Patrick’s Day!!! about 248 times this afternoon.
I’m afraid she is going to be sorely disappointed.
If the motherfucking light is green you don’t have to motherfucking stop. Even better, you don’t even have to motherfucking slow down.
And I totally mean all this. I’m not even saying to try to trick you into getting your fucking ass run over because you’re so goddamn stupid.
I realize this video doesn’t show much of Corey Haim.
What the fuck?
Anyway, this is the theme song to The Lost Boys (just in case you didn’t know). This is my favorite movie that he acted in.
why the fuck it is Pi day and who comes up with this shit, but then I did a little research.
Turns out it’s Pi day because it is 3.14 (March 14).
But seriously, who has the time to come up with shit like this? There is even a website called Piday.org. Who takes the time and money to keep that site going?
I mean, really?
The site says “Pi is an irrational and transcendental number meaning it will continue infinitely without repeating.”
Why do we care about a number that is irrational and transcendental?
It wounds like there is not hope for that number.
Maybe we should worry about other numbers. Like 21 or 19 (my personal favs).
And for the record, I was hoping it was actually pie day.
Don’t we all love some pie?
I’m not exactly sure where the photo comes from, but I found it at this blog: A Slice of Life. She says she’s not sure where it originated, either.
picture?
My tickets to go see SUBLIME!!!
They are coming to Denver on April 26. My friend and I are going.
Woooooo Hoooooo!!!
The next thing I’d like to point out is the fact that when I google the words motherfucker or motherfucking, my blog isn’t on the first page. Or the second. Or like the first ten pages, as far as I can see.
That is extremely disappointing.
Especially since if you google things like
Really? blog is either listed first or second.
And although these are nice searches, I would really love to be first for such words as:
It’s what I aspire to. I’m looking forward to doing great things with my life.
Just because you love your dog and it’s tiny and you think your dog is cute really doesn’t give you the right to bring your dog into a place of business where it is against the rules and/or law.
It doesn’t even matter if that little fucker is just so well-behaved.
Here’s the thing.
My dog is cute. Really cute. I don’t just think she’s cute. She is. Only, she’s not tiny. And although she’s very well-behaved (except when she insists on sleeping on the couch when she thinks no one is looking) she will eat your dog for lunch.
And I will let her.
Just because you think you’re special and do not have to follow the rules.
Assholes.
Please notice the look in Goldie’s eyes. I’m dangling an ugly, little mutt in front of her. (Not really. It’s just a Frisbee. Unfortunately no ugly little mutts were harmed while making this blog). Doesn’t she look hungry?
Sorry the picture is so crappy. It’s from my old, old camera and I had to download it from facebook. Because I don’t have any pictures on my laptop. Because I suck.
And I sort of (but not really) want to apologize for all the shit (haha) that was going on on my blog yesterday.
That’s what you get for giving me such shit (haha) about my Wordless Wednesdays being…well…unWordless.
And it was really, really hard to be wordless yesterday. Shit is always a great thing to talk about. It’s funny.
Now you know how truly fucked up my mind really is. :o)
And I know I spelt spelled wrong the other day. Thank you to Kelly for pointing that out for me. Please notice the sarcasm dripping off my words. And don’t worry, I didn’t scream too loud.
True story.
Her: Mom, how do you spell chicken nuggets?
Me: C H I C K E N N U G G E T S
Her: I can spell poop.
Me: Oh yeah?
Her: P O O P
I guess her going to preschool is beneficial after all.
No only can she spell poop, she can be a Little Tea Pot.
Have you missed me?
I know I’ve been a shitty blogger lately. I kind of have an excuse?
I have been having a TON of anxiety lately, which is causing me to get next to no sleep, which in turn causes me to barely function.
I’ve been trying to get around to everyone’s blog. I make it every day, and I usually don’t comment, but I’m there.
I thought this song was rather fitting for how I’m feeling right now.
I LOVE you guys!!
I know. I know. But better late than never, right? Right?
Thanks Em, for guilting me into it.
On a side note, Windows Live Writer is telling me that “guilting” is either not a word or that I spelt (haha) it wrong. Dictionary.com is assuring that guilting is, in deed, a word and that I spelt (haha) it correctly.
But I’m paranoid and I think it might be lying to me.
I’m also paranoid you won’t get my joke up there.
And if anyone leaves me a comment saying I spelt “spelt” incorrectly…well…I’m going to scream. Just saying.
This is a picture I took right after I got my new camera. That I haven’t mentioned I LOVE lately. We went to the Pueblo Reservoir so I could take some pictures. It was pretty much a bust though. See those clouds? Even worse ones were on their way, along with snow. It was fucking cold. I lasted for about 1 minute and 37 seconds before I went back to the car.
I would love to hike around and camp here. Anyone want to come with? Ya know, when it’s not snowing?
And I’m not sure if I’ve put this picture up and I’m just to damn lazy to check now. So tough shit if I did.
You’ll live.
I’m sure.
The info section on Youtube for this video says this:
“The five lucky winners of an MTV-sponsored contest videotape a week of their lives to contribute footage to the official fan version of Eve 6's hit single.”
After watching the video, I have to say that although the girls screaming and all the extra noise is fucking annoying, this video is just real.
It speaks to me.
How can this video not bring you back to the younger days? Days with less or no responsibility? No kids. A job that probably didn’t matter whether you lost it or not. No mortgages. Good friends and good times.
That’s what this video does for me. It reminds me of when I was practically homeless, but didn’t really give a shit because I had some of the best friends in the world and we had good times. No drugs. Sometimes alcohol. But always there for each other in a way that I don’t think I’ll ever find again.
So denied, so I lied
Are you the now or never kind?
In a day and a day love
I'm gonna be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had?
Are you cool with just tonight?
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Put your name on the line
Along with place and time
Want to stay, not to go, I want to ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon
All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Too soon
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon
